I frowned upon all playgrounds.
I flatly failed to stay out door
To float my flair for any form of sport.
My boyhood days were not supposed to beam
A midst the healthy,hilarious friends of a team.
My feeble flat footed blues
Flared up by my friendly foes
Foreclosed the force of my toes.
I misunderstood the rules of games
And mistook one game for the other.
A piggyback here and a hopscotch there,
My game lorn whims, somersaulted at simian speed .
Indoor,playing dice for a price,
I fell a victim of foul game practices
From crooked playmates perverting game norms.
Snake and Ladder slammed my naive strokes
With one-up-man-ship blocks.
Cards and carom caught me at wrong ends.
The No Entry boards were on a hit and run spree,
While I dragged on my dampened feet
Making new tracks on the ground,
Faking a show of the Olympian round.
P.Chandrasekaran.
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